Amilia

Your Days May Be Numbered

When Amilia awoke her eyes were upon her house, the dark brown wood of the outside of the two storied house was looming down at her. She blinked a few times before her hand reached out to open the door to the car, climbing out of th e car she stretched a small bit.

Her legs moving before she had wanted them to the door of the house, her arm pushing it open her eyes blinked a couple of times before she took a deep breath and walked into the house. She looked around the small room that was there when she opened the room. She walked slowly to the stairs, climbing them her hands holding onto the railing for support as she walked up the stairs. She turned the corner, walking to her room door she pushed it open, her eyes looking around her room. Her clamy hands running down her gown she was wearing. Her ryes falling on her bed, she let out a soft huff as she walked to the bed falling over she landed onto her bed wincing in pain as her head hit the bead first. Shecl curled up into a ball. Her hands pulling he blanket around her. Comforting all of her pain.

She put her hands over her face, her eyes swelling with tears, she cried out for her brother. Her eyes squeezing shut to block out the world.

Amilia cried herself to sleep that day, her mind on her brother as she woke up her body rolled over to the edge of the bed. Her eyes looked up to see a pair of ripped skinny jeans standing in front of her. She reached out to touch it, her hand moving through the leg. She quickly sat up, her head tilting back to look up to see her brothers face. "...Tom..?". She asked lightly, her eyes welling up with tears again.

She looked at his green eyes, a smile growing on her lips as she looked at him . "Tom, how are you here?" She asked hoarsely, as she shook her head a small bit. "I came to see you." He replied to her softly, his hand reaching out to run through her hair lightly.

"I thought you were gone."

"I am only gone to those who won't remember me. I wanted to tell you I was sorry for the crash. I wish I was there, but I am always here for you. But as a spirt "

"I-I don't understand." She stuttered a small bit as she spoke at him.

"Everything will be fine, Amilia." He said softly with a small teasing smirk, his hands moving to wrap around his sides.

"Tom.. I miss you. " her words spilled out to him as she began to cry.

"Calm down. Its okay, things aren't as bad as they seem.. But I have to warn you. I feel like someone is watching you and mom." He said lightly to her, his hands griping the sides of his shirt.

"Whaa.." She said lightly, her eyes widening to look at him.

"I have to go, and don't tell mom I was here. " He said quickly, his body disappearing out of thin air.

Amilia looked at where her brothers spirit had once stood, her body leaning back so that her back would soon colide with her bed. She dragged her head along the blanket of her bed, her mind coming to an ease when he left, because she knew he was okay. Her mind soon raced to the fact that he thought someone was watching her and mom. She stood from her bed, her blanket sliding down to the floor as she walked quickly out the door of her room, down the hall she slowed her pace, her finger tips running along Tom's door as she passed. Continuing down the hall she stopped at her mom's door. Opening the door she walked in, crawling into bed with her mom.

She wrapped her arms around her amrs around her mom in a comforting way as she slept. She gave a weak smile, her arms tightening around her. Her heavy eyes giving in to close and soon to fall asleep.

She felt her mom lean back against her, she could tell her mom had been previously crying from the way she was sniffling. "It's okay mom." She'd whisper softly into her ear with comforting words.

In the morning she crawled out of her moms bed, she could tell it was still early because the sun had not fully risen yet. She walked lazily back to her own room to get dressed. She pulled a pair of stretchy pair of black pants out of a drawer, walking to her closet she grabbed a white and black striped shirt from a hanger. She walked to the bathroom that was conected to her room. Walking into her bathroom she pulled the gown off from over her head. Tossing it onto the floor she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

Her eyes cascaded down her small body, her ribs slightly sticking out as she hadent ate a full meal in days. She moved her left hand up to run down her side, her head shaking a small bit as she turned around to the shower. Pushing open the shower she turned on the water to just between hot and cold. Stepping in she leaned against the wall, her eyes closing a small bit. Her hands moving up to run though her hair, stopping on the top of her head she felt the small bump that was there. Her eyes opened to look at the Shampoo's she had, she smiled a little bit gabbing the bottle of green apple, she squeezed a bit into her hand. Reaching up she began to lather the soap into her hair.

As she stepped out of the shower she looked in the mirror , her dark blue eyes now had a small ring of green on the outside. She moved her hands under her eyes, her fingers tracing the shadows under her eyes. She gave her head a slight shake as she walked back into her room after picking up her clothes she had brought into her room. Moving to he dreser she pulled out a black bra, putting it on she clasped the bra closed she pulled on her black and white striped shirt. She moved to the other side of the drawer pulling out a pair of black boy cut panties she pulled them on, her stretchy jeans on after.

Her hands moved up to pull up her hair into a pony , it was messy but she didnt care. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Leaning over her dresser she opened some mascara, putting the wand to her lashes she blinked, applying a few coats to both of her eyes. Turning around she walked to her door, grabbing her bag she walked quickly down the stairs to her right.